She is all I have
All am holding onto in this life
She is my source of joy
Looking her in the eyes
Drowns all fears away
Her laughter alone
Shatters the walls of a new sun
It's nice to love
But hurts to feel not loved
When you love and feel hurt
It's the mind that gets angry
But the heart doesn't
It's always full of love
No matter what happens
It makes you forget about the hurt
And makes you want them more
Longing to see their faces
Longing to hear from them
How strange this is
The word""love""is uncommon
It becomes common
When you say it without
Any emotions
But becomes special
When it's shared with a special person.

---priscilla Martin ❤️❤️❤️